This week has been full of combination late-nights and exhausted days. There’s no discernible reason for the late nights; I just can’t sleep. Chuck said sometimes when you can’t sleep, it’s because you’re waiting for something to happen, or you’re needing something. He’s stho sthmart. (I can tease and he won’t even read this ha). I don’t know what my thing is but interesting question.
The few things of note this week: I went to dinner with Aunt & Uncle Ham & two cousins, who were in the city visiting. It was great to see Utah family out here. I found a new apartment, which I’ll be moving into in a month. And last night I went to see a play about social work which was co-written and also directed by Chuck as part of a social work arts caucus. It was really good, well-executed, funny, even touching in parts. Afterward, we went with a big group of people to a noisy, obnoxious bar and danced, sort of, until the wee hours (I was gonna be awake anyway) and I went home with the amazing Chuck. (actually, he is very sweet, I’m just an awkward dancer and the lack of sleep is catching up with me so I’m feeling very sarcastic right now.)
And, I’ve decided to get a tattoo. I’ve wanted one for months and months, and now I’ve decided on what and where, and just have to find a good parlor. I won’t do it today though, not while I feel like I’m on Nyquil. I’m going home to sleep. Yayyyyyy Fridays
Some interesting reads today:
On spirituality: http://www.thebigview.com/buddhism/fourtruths.html
On psychology: http://youarenotsosmart.com/all-posts/
On passion: some quotes I found and liked:
“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”
― Charles Baudelaire
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda